At first, the bamboo on the riverside was beautiful, but it could not be used as food. The people of Qi didn't care much. However, this autumn rain suddenly blew, and the West River actually had a flood, and it rushed across the river embankment. The disaster area in Qixi was more than a hundred miles away, and countless people were displaced. People say that there are two reasons for floods. First, Emperor Kuang was not virtuous, but Qi was not only obeyed but obeyed, so the disaster was caused by Qi. Second, the reason why the embankment was unstable was due to excessive cutting of water and bamboo, which was not wood to defend the soil, and the soil was unstable, making it difficult to overcome water.

When the people of Qi heard this, they were furious. Some fishermen had the surname of the state of Qi. They told everyone that their ancestors were the branches of the three generations of Qi. They called for a hundred responses and summoned nearly 10,000 people who ate the river to occupy the river, which disturbed the prefectures and counties in the Xijiang area. If the officers and soldiers came, they retreated. If the officers and soldiers did not come, they attacked. They advanced and retreated in moderation, and they also robbed the rich and helped the poor, which was very popular with the people.

Qi is in the west and Liu is in the south. The two places are more than ten thousand miles apart. Even if Qi is destroyed, it will not hinder Liu's affairs. At most, they will hypocritically send a few big and small officials to follow the crowd to condemn the rebels. Liu is not worried, and the people are not worried, and An Bochen is also calm, sitting cross-legged in the high places of the pavilion, waiting for the day to arrive.

The moon gradually became dim, the night faded, the sky was green, and the ji sounded from nowhere.

On the high building, An Bochen suddenly opened his eyes. Looking around, he saw the faint gap between the lemons, half dark and blurred, and half white and clear. In the past, An Bochen only thought that evening was the only time for day and night, and completely forgot that his first realization of fetal breath was in the morning when dawn was opened.

Taking a deep breath, then holding his breath and concentrating his mind, his lower abdomen trembled slightly, An Bochen smiled faintly, and at this moment, he clearly felt the innate breath coming out of the heart of the navel.

A circle of fish belly hangs in the sky, and the morning light falls. An Bochen suddenly looks up at the sun that has just risen in the distance.

There are two days and night replacements in a day, one is weak in yin and strong in yang, and the other is strong in yin and weak in yang. Although the two hours are both distinguished by day and night, the artistic conception of yin and yang is completely different. Before, An Bochen only realized the fetal breath in the evening, but naturally could not be noticed without comparison. Now, it is the time when he seized the day and night replacement twice in six hours, and realized the fetal breath. Compared with yesterday evening, An Bochen vaguely felt that the mysterious and vital energy between heaven and earth was full of vitality. He savored it carefully, as if there were sections of light dancing music, which was pleasant. And when yesterday evening, I thought about it, An Bochen felt that the mysterious and sinister and cold at that time, and faintly carried a little bit of death.

Yin removes yang and produces it to distinguish vitality. Yang removes yin and produces it and turns into a dead end.

An Bochen's mind is enlightened, yang is life, yin is death, and the j between yin and yang has its own mystery.

Although I have some insights, things can be divided into priorities. An Bochen has been struggling all night, just to seize the time of Yin and Yang to swallow the sun's energy.

When he stood up, Anbochen stood up with three circles and his mind was unbounded, and his mind was calm. In an instant, countless mysteries slid down from the top of the sky, swarmed in, and flowed around Anbochen.

Amberchen ignored it at all and looked at the end of Amano wholeheartedly, his eyes slightly closed, only 1u.

The sky and the earth are green, dark but white, and something seems to be rolling among the pale fireballs.

The innate fire gushed out from the Shenque acupoint, flowed through the lower dantian, and ran upward along the meridians of the heaven. An Bochen's mind was empty and bright, and he secretly thought "As fast as the law, the sun returns to the position." At the same time, he opened his mouth to swallow, blow, whisper, whisper, whisper, and the six tones were rustling, and each sound corresponded to the six internal organs.

One mind and three uses, one-stop, without any gap.

An Bochen only felt that the world was quiet, at the end of the sky, at the height of the sun, as if something was brewing quietly. Just like when he devoured the qi of Taiyin last night, the next moment, An Bochen's heart was shocked, the strange feeling of the sky and the earth sinking, and the mountains and rivers shattering again.

An Bochen looked happy. He was not sure if he could summon the sun's energy by changing the formula. He was now sure.

The great way is invisible, and only by adapting can one understand the great way.

An Bochen took a deep breath to calm his mind, and felt a long breath that was hard to see in the distance, crossing the sky of millions of miles, hundreds of thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, and falling towards Moyun Tower. An Bochen opened his mouth and held the sun's energy without hesitation. He felt warm and smooth at the first entrance, and his spleen and lungs were unobstructed, warm and warm. But gradually, as the sun rises, the color turns red, and the sun's energy becomes hot and burns hard to swallow. Fortunately, there is invisible water that wraps the Taiyin energy upwards, extraditions the sun's energy into the lower dantian, and then the innate fire takes advantage of the momentum to roll up the sun's energy and flows into the meridians of the sky. The invisible water is not idle either, and carefully assists the flames to prevent the sun's energy from being too fierce.

Everything was right, Amberchen sat cross-legged, opened his mouth to swallow the sun's energy, and his abdomen was up and down.

It’s better to go to the Immortal Palace again.

There was nothing left and right, An Bochen thought in his heart that he would activate the earth's soul while both water and fire were rising to the Tianling Cave above his head. But what he unexpectedly expected was that he could not enter the Immortal Palace after waiting for a long time.

Opening his eyes, An Bochen frowned and thought.

The fetal breathing and enlightenment can be achieved sooner or later, but the gods can only travel to the immortal palace in the evening. Why is this because the earth soul can only travel to the night? If the three souls of heaven, earth and life are integrated and cultivated into the soul, can they go day and night?

Forget it, what do you think of the future now?

Shaking his head, An Bochen relaxed, closed his eyes slightly, and swallowed the sun's energy with all his heart.

"I said to Old Man Xiao, you don't feel tired of eating this soup bun every day?"

Li Xiaoguan glanced at Xiao Hou beside him and said with a strange look on his face.

"You suddenly develop some habits and can't change them in your life. You won't understand even if you tell you."

Carrying the cage of soup buns, Xiao Hou yawned and said lazily.

Li Xiaoguan was angry and shouted, "Why, why don't I understand?"

Looking at the little fat man who was dressed in "straight", Xiao Hou shook his head helplessly: "Don't talk about Bo Chen, even Pingzi and Afu are working harder than you. I'm doing their jobs on behalf of them properly. And it's better if you don't mention it."

Li Xiaoguan was about to argue, but his eyes fell on An Bochen on the pavilion. He was stunned and was about to scream in a blink of an eye, but was pulled by Xiao Hou: "Silence."

"Old man Xiao, what is Bo Chen doing?"

Li Xiaoguan asked curiously, and saw Xiao Hou pondering for a long time before saying, "Don't disturb Bo Chen, Bo Chen is thinking about an important thing."

How could Mr. Xiao not tell that An Bochen was practicing, but he didn't want to explain to Li Xiaoguan that if he had said that, the little fat man in front of him would definitely move for a long time, shouting and pulling him to ask questions, which would definitely interrupt An Bochen's practice.

Looking at An Bochen, Xiao Hou's eyes flashed.

Originally, he thought that Sima Jin left without saying goodbye, and even if An Bochen would not be depressed, he would be depressed for two or three days. However, he did not expect that he would still practice diligently, his bed was neat, obviously he didn't sleep all night. Such practice of practicing all night, and his extraordinary talent, would eventually make a name for himself. Unfortunately, Li Gongzi was unsure of his mind, and I don't know what the end of this game of Liujing would be.

Since surrendering to the young master, Xiao Hou has long lost his former aura. He failed to escape with money a few days ago, which made him even more panicked. 1. From the momentary Fenghuan great lord of the country to the mediocre old housekeeper in Moyun Tower, only he himself knew the pain. Now he is only worried about one thing. How can An Bochen handle himself if the overall situation of Li Gongzi falls?

Mr. Xiao did not dare to figure out Mr. Li's intentions because he knew that the game would be addicted and then he was out of control. Facing Mr. Li, he had no other end except for losing, not to mention that Mr. Li's intentions were so easy to guess.

Taking a deep breath, Xiao Hou looked at An Bochen in a complicated manner. After a while, bitterness rose on the corner of his mouth, he shook his head and turned to go downstairs.

"Little official, you are here to guard Bo Chen. Remember not to disturb you, and don't let others disturb you."

After looking at Xiao Hou's back, Li Xiaoguan nodded in a vague way, then tiptoed towards An Bochen. Drag Zhang Aidun, Li Xiaoguan sat down and dragged his chin to look at An Bochen who was concentrating and closed his door.

I don't know what An Wazi is thinking about

Li Xiaoguan thought about something, and in a blink of an eye, shook his head to dispel those irritable thoughts.

After staying in Liujing for more than half a month, Li Xiaoguan looked heartless on the surface and laughed all day long, but in fact, he was very worried. An Wazi had become the leader of his own group of people. Even Old Man Xiao, who manages the remaining business in Moyunlou, would discuss everything with him. Pingzi and Afu were called into the shop by Old Man Xiao to do work, which was considered like a fish in water. Only he was doing nothing all day and was idle.

Returning to Liujing, he was walking around Liujing in a good robe. At first, Li Xiaoguan was very fresh and energetic, but after a long time, he naturally became bored. Li Xiaoguan also wanted to find something to do, but everything would be messed up when he was in his hands. He seemed to be born as a playboy who was idle. It’s a pity that he was not lucky. God made him born in a landlord’s family in a small village, and he couldn’t even make a small official.

"Annoyed, annoyed, so fucking annoyed!"

Li Xiaoguan was depressed, his face was full of sluggishness, and he looked into the distance in a daze.

The morning light fell, and the young man in blue-clothed clothes was covered with the sun's energy. However, because the sun was strong, An Bochen was limited in swallowing, and accidentally split a wisp toward Li Xiaoguan. Strangely, Li Xiaoguan was not injured by the fierce sun energy. On the contrary, he felt that his whole body was suddenly bathed in a lazy warmth, with heavy eyelids, drowsy sleeping, and snoring for a while.

If Mr. Xiao was present at this time, he would be shocked. On the high side of the pavilion, the little fat man sitting next to An Bochen was emitting a dazzling golden light, as if he was coated with a layer of gold.

Everyone was busy, and Li Xiaoguan was naturally ignored for survival and future. Even An Bochen forgot that the letter that floated out of "The Strange Talk of the Great Kuang God" did not only contain his name.

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(I am reading the new book of Joining the Army recently. The update is not very regular. I should be able to read it tonight. After adjustments tomorrow, the update time will be announced in the upper right corner of the book page)
Chapter completed!